You Don’t Know You’re Born!

I was having a conversation with somebody the other day - I don't remember who - about growing up in the 70s. I was born in 1971. And it’s only when you really think back, or your ailing memory is jogged by something, that you start to realise how much times have changed since you … Continue reading You Don’t Know You’re Born!

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Outside the Box

The other weekend, I was fortunate enough to meet up with my mother, sister, brother, and sister-in-law (plus kids, of course). It has become a yearly tradition whereby we all meet at a certain point on Swansea beach on my late-sister’s birthday. We sit on her bench (which bears her name on a plaque that … Continue reading Outside the Box